Second in a series. Every muttered “rich people problems” upon hearing someone bitch and moan about some self-imposed inconvenience like a home improvement project?
Me too. Yet here I am boo-hoo-hooing ’cause I don’t get husband-made cappuccino on weekends. That said, even using a bathroom-based machine, my beloved can make a good pot of coffee.
Other work-arounds are in place. For instance, the tub serves as a dishwasher.
The food prep station is atop my beloved’s dresser in the second bedroom, which also serves as an art storage facility.
Thankfully, we still have our refrigerator, grill and friends who invite us over for healthy and heavenly home-cooked meals.
Nonetheless, the spike in take-out and eating out further distends my already significant midsection. It scrapes along the floor as I make like a dachshund and crawl under the dining room table/desk in the master bedroom to select socks, giving my tall husband another reason to call me a groundling.
How lucky am I to have these problems? I don’t need to watch the news for perspective. “Problems” like these are a testament to planning, saving and the good fortune of having a day job.
Willow, my character in “People in Charge: A Novel,” must figure out mansion maintenance issues on her own. (She’s just now developing a plan to improve her cashflow. Each time I work on the book, I wonder what she’ll do next.) After discussion and debate, my husband and I make decisions in harmony.
The disarray of our living quarters does at times threaten disharmony. Demolition began on June 17, so we’ve passed the six-week mark. Some days are filled with progress. Others, not so much. The contractor, Frank K, keeps reminding us there’s a natural order to these things. (The first step generally involves writing another check.)
Carpet needs to be torn up to make way for hardwood, which must first acclimate to its new home. Cabinets need to be removed so hardwood can be installed.
Hardwood needs to be in place so new appliances have a place to sit and wait.
Walls are opened so bad wiring can be ripped out, including junction boxes hidden behind cabinets, and electricity can be strategically and properly placed.
The project hit a major milestone July 21, with approval for the rough electrical work.
A fan of user fees, we got our money’s worth on the permit when the inspector took his time, reviewed each wire, checked the installation of the hardwood floors and looked over the rolls of insulation at the ready. “Make sure your contractor installs ‘proper vents’,” he said.
Although the contractor debates the efficacy of these flimsy looking rafter vents, having the inspector ask for them was all it took to get them installed to help air flow and mitigate moisture above the insulation.
Ours is a cathedral ceiling, so once the insulation went in, the sound of birds hopping and rain dropping on the metal roof was muffled and another element of harmony was restored.